Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

Ophelia sat up from her chair.

There was a murderous gleam in her eyes.

However, she quickly restrained herself, picked up the wine glass again, and put on a faint smile: "I can only give you 20% at most. This car smuggling line involves too many aspects.

Giving you 50% means that many people will lose everything, even their pants.”

“Car smuggling line?

What's the value of this thing?" Fisker sneered, "You didn't put anything in the car, did you?"

"Of course... no!"

Ophelia's tone was a little vague and ambiguous.

Obviously, she lied.

And she clearly told Fisk that she had lied.

Ophelia just wanted to see Fisk lose his temper and get furious.

Fisk knew it well, and was too lazy to say anything.

Anyway, he will know what is hidden in the car in the end.

After some more bargaining, the final profit was set at 30%.

Not seeing Fisk lose his composure, Ophelia hung up the phone somewhat disappointedly and said that she would come to New York to meet Fisk in person in a few days.

By the way, help Fisk clean up this mess.

Fisk hung up the phone expressionlessly.

He was not giving in, but taking advantage of the situation.

He needs time to develop.

Only in this way can you have the last laugh.

Lester sat aside drinking beer.

It was as if he hadn't heard Fisk's call just now.

Fisk put the phone in his pocket, shifted his gaze to Lester, and put on a gentle smile on his face, but this smile was extremely creepy no matter how you looked at it: "Lester, I am now considering whether to kill you or trust you... Tell me from my perspective.

Do I trust you now?

Or kill you!"

"Kill me."

Lester said without any hesitation: “No matter what aspect you are referring to in order to silence me, boss.

It all means that I must know a lot of things, and there is no such thing as a secret.

There are only two choices: knowing and not being known.

The best way to keep a secret is with a dead person.

Living people will always be the source of secrets.

Only the dead can keep secrets safe."

Fisk nodded.

He was very satisfied with this statement.

But I won’t completely believe it.

However, he was sure he could kill Lester.

So, he could keep Lester alive.

The prerequisite is that he must keep his mouth shut.

If Fisk found out that Lester might have leaked the information, he would kill him without mercy.

After all, if this secret were to leak out, it would surely attract countless greedy jackals that would pounce on it day and night!

You can only be a thief for a thousand days, but there is no way to prevent a thief for a thousand days.

So, the best way.

That is to catch the secret at its source!

Fisk reached out and patted Lester on the shoulder, "Okay, after you pay off your debt, I will definitely kill you!

You'd better pay it back slowly, otherwise, you won't have much time left in this world!" Fisk drank the last sip of Coke and threw the bottle into the trash can next to him, "Come here, let's get the equipment."

Lester secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He just felt the murderous intent that was almost materialized. He understood that Fisk really wanted to kill him, and even the vulture who was already drunk and about to fall asleep in the room would not be spared.

Fortunately.

He answered without any hesitation and successfully saved his own life and the vulture's life.

"Come on, put on this chemical protective suit, I'll take you somewhere."

Fisk picked up the box on the ground, threw it to Lester, and walked towards the elevator not far away.

"By the way, bring some extra bullets. They might be needed later."

As he spoke, Fisk picked up the Scorpion backpack on the ground, picked up the PKM light machine gun on the ground, tied the belt that was already embedded with grenades around his waist, tied the tactical dagger to his calf, and put two large-caliber revolvers on his thighs. He was fully armed and ready for battle.

At the same time, Fisker stuffed more Scorpion backpacks into the elevator.

He actually wanted to wear chemical protective clothing.

But Fisk is simply too big.

The customized chemical protective suits haven't been made yet, so I have to not wear them for the time being.

In addition, Fisk has a small guess, that is, the virus may not be able to survive in the Marvel world!

However, whether this is the case or not still needs to be determined through experiments.

These weapons are all Russian.

It was seized last time and not used.

Fisker is based on the principle of not wasting anything.

So I put them away temporarily, just in time to use them this time.

Of course, the Scorpion backpack is not the Scorpion chain backpack designed in later years.

It was the oldest special version, a test product he got from the Yashida family.

The Yashida family named this backpack "Tiangui No. 3".

Fisk thought it sounded ugly, so he called it Scorpion Backpack

Lester put on his chemical protective suit quickly.

Looking at Fisk fully armed, I felt a little dazed.

Could it be that Fisk has some biological laboratory in Hell's Kitchen?

But is it necessary to bring so many bullets and weapons just to the laboratory?

And why would he wear it now?

I walked into the elevator with a mind full of doubts.

Lester didn't have time to ask.

The feeling of weightlessness in the elevator under my feet suddenly increased several times.

He was totally unprepared and was immediately overwhelmed by the feeling of weightlessness. Then, with a thud, he fell to his knees. The huge force caused a large dent in the elevator floor made of alloy.

The backpacks on the ground were all in a mess.

Fisk had experienced it the first time, so he was naturally familiar with it.

He leaned against the corner of the elevator in advance.

So he didn't even move.

But Lester just knelt until the elevator arrived at the station.

His knees were sore and numb as he knelt, and when he touched them he felt a little swollen. There was no doubt that they were bruised.

"Don't be nervous, the elevator isn't broken, just be patient and it will be fixed soon.

Besides, even if you kneel down to me, I won’t give you a raise.”

Fisk gave a mocking smile. He was bigger in size, so the pressure he was under was naturally greater, but he did not kneel down the first time.

"Tsk tsk, Lester, do you have kidney deficiency?

Do you want me to go to Chinatown and find some old Chinese doctors to give you some nourishment?"

Lester was sweating profusely as the immense pressure seeped into his body and pressed against his internal organs, making it impossible for him to talk back and even to move almost impossible.

It was not until half a minute later that the strong feeling of weightlessness slowly disappeared.

The elevator has also reached the question mark floor.

The elevator door slowly opened.

It was still a dark underground parking lot outside.

Compared to when Fisk first came, there were still dim lights flickering outside.

This time it was truly pitch black outside, without any light at all.

Lester struggled to stand up from the ground.

He kept rubbing his knees and calves, looking at everything outside the elevator, and frowned, "Boss... I don't remember that the building has an underground parking lot."

Everything in front of him was beyond his understanding. Just now, during the descent, he also noticed the three question marks on the display screen, and at the same time silently counted the descent time in his mind...

Such a great pressure of weightlessness means that the distance dropped per second is definitely more than 70 meters per second.

The descent took more than half a minute.

This means that they are at least two thousand meters underground...which is an extremely terrifying number.